She refused to speak anymore of the matter, only telling me that she honestly had thought I was hallucinating...she rambled endlessly, not making any sense. I gave up on questioning anymore, she just made me more confused anyway. Hours later, she left back home... Leaving me clueless. Well, somewhat clueless. We left to our concert, my mind overwhelmed with questions.
"Well boys, you all clean up well, won't you say?" Simon's deep monotone said to us as we prepared for the show. I turned around, ready to question him. His hands were wrapped against his chest, his rigid stance usual. I opened my mouth and he glared at me intensely, keeping me silent.
"Simon! Looking good." Liam laughed, going over to shake his hand. He gave me a stare, much worst than his signature Simon stare... I gulped, wanting to swallow my fear and speak out...
I mean, I almost died for goodness sake's.
"Ah' , I see the American accents are slowly getting to you boys?" he rose his eye bow, a dim smile on his face.
This is my chance.
"Speaking of American accents, why don't we go to that Italian place afterwards, maybe catch up on some stuff, ya know pal?" I said in an etchy tone, looking down at my watch to distract myself from my cowardliness.
"What does American accents have to do with the Italian place?" Niall laughed, confused.
"What Italian place?" Louis asked as he glared at his hair in the mirror.
"The one we went to on Friday. I doubt you'll rememba' lad, you were wasted," he snickered. His laugh was cut short before looking back at Simon... remembering my mum talk about how angry he was about that whole incident.
"Ah', so you boys enjoy drinking bloody alcohol until you're left without a brain?" Simon's serious tone sent shivers down our spine. Nobody enjoys an angry Simon.
"Enough to almost get you killed?" he finished, gazing at us one by one, then looking at me.
"How'd you know about that?" I questioned curiously. He knew something, because how would he ever suspect us, or at least one of us, of almost getting killed. He must know about the shooting. His eyebrow rose, holding a well played poker-face.
"How'd you know I was almost shot and killed last night?" I asked when he didn't respond, I was standing now. I would demand answers to the events of a few days ago, the Italian man, the gunman, the mystery heroine . All the men gasped and threw their gazes at me. Simon's face redenning before quickly going away as he took an aggressive sigh.
"Killed, eh?" You could hear how his tone was a bit off. Why didn't he emphasize the 'shot' part?
" I wouldn't be surprised!" he growled.
"Recklessly letting the paparazzi taking more drunken photos of you twats and posting them all over the internet, ruining your reputation as artist, making me look bad as the one who brought you all up in the beginning?" he was almost yelling now.
"We're sorry, Simon." the men apologized, afraid. I opened my mouth to defend myself from his change of subject, he wasn't answering my question.
"One Direction, you're up on stage in 3," a man quickly passed by us, too busy to recognize the tense atmosphere.
I glared back at him, eyeing him closely. I'll continue this conversation after this concert...
We jumped on stage, the crowd roaring at us. I was not in the mood anymore, I was so upset at how alone I felt, like I was the only one who dared question authority. I have a right to, however. I mean, I was almost taken from life...
The concert went by slow, and I searched the crowd for a pretty face, as usual.
I grumbled under my breath when I caught Simon's uninterested gaze, his hands still tucked under his shoulders. I glared at the open seat next to him, he put his hand in his pocket, making me move my attention back to him...
He looked to the side, an cautious gaze. A women walked by him, her light brown hair curled perfectly over her face as she glared the opposite direction... She wore a purple sweater, one with no buttons or zippers. She turned to Simon, handing him something' and she looked around the room, tucking something under her belt...
She gazed around the room, and her hair moved from her face. Her perfect jawline, big eyes, tan skin, that serious gaze...
It was that woman, that woman with the purple scarf from that night.
"That's her," I murmured into the mic.
Simon turned to me, and the womans view followed. We caught each other's gazes, and she furrowed her eyebrows, looking away just as quickly.
Simon said something to her, his face a little angered, and you could easily tell she apologized...
She began walking away, and I just stared... NO, not this time.
I jumped down the stage, and headed into the hallway from the fans, in a jog to catch up. The microphone still in my hand. The woman turned to me, giving me an agitated look before speeding away a little faster.
"Wait!" I yelled, but the crowd was too loud, and suddenly girls began to follow behind quickly. The music was loud, and the teenage chicks began to tumble over me. I tried to keep my eye out for her, but she was disapearing into the distance, a last scan of the room before blending in with the crowd.
I threw my gaze to Simon, and he gave me a stern look as the flashes almost blinded my eyes. He shook his head in disaproval, yet concern. He was staring at me, but not at me, if that makes any sense...
He was deep in thought, you could tell. He was thinking, compromising by the looks of it.
"Harry, what the fuck are you doing?" Louis grabbed my arm quickly through the girls, and sprinted back into the stage. I stayed quiet... angry, curious, determined.
This woman, she saved my life, but she was now just tearing it apart. I can't trust anyone anymore because everyone seems to be lying to me about her.
Why though?
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Fanfiction"Don't...look...down," she was barely able to whisper. The faint pink of her lips began to become pale, her eyes horror-struck as she held on to me. My eyes, desperate to see the damage. The blood that dripped down my face, down from hers, too. I...
